Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The person next to him immediately reached out: "Give me a piece."

"Get out. You've already eaten."

Cassio's gaze passed over his brothers and landed on the three special warriors in the center of the inner courtyard.

They were wearing Mark X original forged power armor without any battle damage.

The chest is painted with the Imperial double-headed eagle, and the shoulder armor bears the insignia of the Avengers.

Over the past week, these three Avengers brothers have earned the respect of the entire company with their skills.

Their melee burst power is terrifyingly inhuman; they don't even need to fully activate their servo muscles to tear Chaos Space Marines charging onto the city walls in half with their bare hands.

What truly made Cassio treat them with such reverence was not their strength.

It's logistics.

The Avenger warrior whom Cassio referred to as "Harvey's brother" walked to the center of the inner courtyard.

He reached into the blue light portal with a blank expression.

First, pull out four boxes of adamantite ammunition filled with standard caliber explosive rounds.

Then, they pulled out more than a dozen full-loaded plasma reaction bottles.

Finally, there were two large boxes of medical gel and a bundle of salted minced meat cans.

Harvey kicked the supplies in front of Cassio and turned off the stasis field.

Cassio's eyes lit up as he looked at the brand-new ammunition, which still smelled of factory oil.

In the dark side of the Empire, cut off by warp storms and with all supply lines severed, these three warriors were no ordinary reinforcements.

They are mobile arsenals.

"The Harvey brothers."

Cassio stepped forward and patted the assassin heavily on the shoulder.

"I don't care what lost technologies your Avengers have mastered."

"All I know is that you saved my company."

Harvey did not speak.

Cassio was used to it.

The Avengers are taciturn, ruthless, and precise at opening doors. Enough!!

He pointed to the continuous mines behind the fortress.

"Kailus-9 is one of the richest mining worlds on the edge of the Agrippina Sector. It is rich in fine gold."

"In the warehouse below the fortress, there are eight million tons of top-grade refined gold ingots that the Mechanical Cult did not have time to transport before their evacuation."

Cassio solemnly performed the Eagle Salute to Xavi.

"Once we've wiped out all the chaotic scum outside, open that portal wider."

"Take all eight million tons of refined gold."

"This is the fifth company's gift of gratitude to the Dark Side Master."

Harvey finally spoke.

"Transportation batches need to be declared."

Cassio was taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

"Eight million tons cannot be towed away all at once."

Harvey looked at the pile of ammunition.

"But it can be paid in installments."

Cassio grinned.

"Distribute them, distribute them until they are all dead."

……

The Kerus-9 is not an isolated case.

In the dark side of the entire empire, in the despairing wasteland behind the great rift, this kind of localized counterattack, which defies the common sense of war, is unfolding simultaneously on hundreds and thousands of battlefields.

The original dark side of the Empire: the Star Speaker array is paralyzed, and interstellar navigation is disabled.

Every Astartes company, every Astral Legion, is like a blind man walking alone in a dark forest.

They were divided and surrounded by the Chaos Legion, and faced with an endless tide of demons, there was usually only one outcome.

Ammunition is exhausted.

Then he died.

But everything changed when Dante, the Dark Regent, used the assassins lent by Lawson as seeds and sowed them across the various Dark Zones.

Icefield world.

A Black Templar squad, out of ammunition and supplies, is surrounded by Greenskins. The brothers have drawn their chainswords, ready to charge into the Green tide in a martyr's manner.

The Avengers in the team opened the armory and poured out tons of incendiary bombs.

The squad leader of the Holy Temple stared at the pile of incendiary bombs and remained silent for a moment.

"Be martyred first."

"Should we burn it first?"

The Avengers brothers replied, "Burn it first."

As a result, the green train was burned for three kilometers.

Nest City World.

An Astronomical Army defense line is on the verge of collapse due to a poison gas leak.

The Avengers activated their teleportation, bringing in thirty medical operatives and 100,000 doses of antitoxin serum within five minutes.

The political commissar was originally preparing to carry out the honorary order of "collective martyrdom before the collapse of the defense line".

As the medical operatives lined up to walk out of the portal, he held a bomb pistol and struggled to find the right lines.

In the end, he could only manage to utter one sentence:

"Keep defending."

Lawson's swarm network became not only the only absolutely secure communication base station on the dark side of the Empire, but also...

It also became a vital artery for real-time logistics connecting the entire war zone.

Those Space Marines belonging to the Avengers became the most inviolable sacred objects in the eyes of the Imperial's lower-ranking commanders.

With them, the company can replenish its ammunition.

With them, a lone force can call upon a fleet in space to conduct orbital bombardment.

With them, we can even retreat when the mission is completed and the enemy is pressing in.

Of course, the so-called "calm withdrawal" is usually not so calm in practice.

The edge of the Calado main star defense line.

An extreme warrior reconnaissance squad was ambushed by the main force of the Word Bearers.

The defenses collapsed.

The order to retreat has been issued.

The Ultramarines Master Chief's legs were blown off by the pyrotechnic gun, and the power armor's life support system emitted a piercing alarm.

He leaned against the dilapidated bunker, his explosive gun already empty.

The Avenger stepped forward, opened the portal to the stasis field, and gestured for him to enter.

The sergeant raised his head, his face covered in blood.

"I do not go!"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"An extreme warrior never turns his back to the enemy!"

"Guilliman's sons will never flee the battlefield!"

"Give me that molten metal bomb! I want to die together with that Word-Holder Company Commander!"

"For Macurag!"

Very standard.

It's a great honor.

Very Astartes-like.

In traditional imperial armies, such sacrifices would be recorded in the chapter's annals and become part of the training materials for new recruits for centuries to come.

The Avengers looked at the sergeant who was still taking his death oath.

I didn't try to persuade them.

I wasn't moved.

He lifted his right foot.

He kicked the sergeant major in the breastplate.

boom!

The heavily wounded Ultramarines sergeant was sent flying backwards, armor and all, tracing a precise arc in mid-air before crashing directly into the stasis field that shimmered with blue light.

The light door closes.

The bombs of the Word Bearers struck the open ground.

The other end of the light gate.